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Duanphen was thinking of hot Thai stew with plenty of garlic. It was edging past the nine-hour mark of soapy water scouring and sore fingers. Her throat pinged as she pictured her two babies in Bang Kapi, on the outskirts of the city. So far away from mama. She’d probably watch an episode of ‘Rak […]

Martin draped the minuscule complementary white towel nonchalantly over his front. Apart from that, he was completely naked, dripping wet from a Japanese-style sit-down wash moments ago. His eyes rushed over the explanatory cartoons showing the ideal order in which to enjoy the baths. He couldn’t concentrate, and silently berated himself for his self-consciousness. ‘Having […]

The steering wheel judders in my sunburned hands. Small rocks crunch under the hard rubber of our silver Suzuki jeep, on the isolated b-road. The plastic sound system does its best to play electronic music loudly— rhythmic, sparse and haunting. It’s like the rough texture of the shifting landscape is triggering the composition for every […]

He twiddled the thread at the end of his blazer sleeve. The deep silence was pierced by the reliable click of the Thomas the Tank Engine clock on the mantelpiece. Normally he had something to say to alleviate the awkwardness. This time, nothing. He just couldn’t speak. A drop of sweat traced its way down […]